It's your world Abel

It's your world Abel.
Life and Death them
selves are engraved
across your breast.
You've got a daughter;
You just had four
beers at your in-laws.
Even a quick blow
job would be fun.
From nothing, you've
made my life glow--
cleaned under chachkas
I'd not checked in years;
I've taken a shower
young stud, but I'd
like you natural pls.
Except not if there
was pussy; sorry, I
mean only after a
normal work day's
grime for example. It's
your world because
you're bossy and
drunk, Abel. That
type of behavior for
whatever reason makes
me have good luck.



by LoDonna

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

you smell of propellant

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

you make me jealous

 

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

bristling with toys

 

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

form-fitting garb

 

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

where are you now

 

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

please stop me now

 

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

compelling and convincing

dirty antifa boy

dirty antifa boy

 

dirty antifa boy

totally safe sex though

dirty boy

dirty boy

dirty boy

[etc.]

Loop [disco nausea 2]

It's like an asthma attack that comes on every night until dawn.

The world starts spinning faster than before

It feels like swimming head to toe-oh oh

Our bodies find a context in the snow-wo-wo

It's not a trance

It's another dimension

 

You've read the tale; now go to jail!

You've seen the show, now you must blow!

 

Is everything really coming true

Even as I fall out of love with you 

 

HEY [bongo interlude]

 

[loop]

 

 

subconscience

she prays from her hot tub in Deepwell

for those recovering from disembowelment

 

not quite able to muster an argument against

envisioning each step in the process, the

initial renting open, the exposure of the 

entrails, and then their partial or entire

exit from the body cavity. Still another 

layer below, however, lies a wiser member

even below the monotonous mock-moral

chant of the righteous betters, a stiller

beast, a knower of past and future and

potential connector to the divine

By Ted

"For Donna"

Disco nausea

time seems to be standing still

not sure how i'm sposed to feel

i'm smoking to help stand back

but i keep ending up in The Crack

my hatred for you is all i need to keep going

any time that i think of your face it keeps flowing

you reeled me in like a sweet candy striper

taken in by the expressionless mask of a viper

 

it started with just us the two

then another while i was at work

then while at home with the flu

it was easy to guess who you pork

 

 

 

 

by Donna

Key for name game

Awkward

Backbiting

Careless

Dictatorial

Entry level

Frightened

Geriatric

Hellbent

Illogical

Juicer

KKK

Loser

Machiavellian

Nerd

Omnivorous

Petty

Quitter

Rube

Simple

Talker

Unprepared

Vicious

Wimp

Xmas hater

Yahoo

Zitface



by Donna
(Dictatorial Omnivorous Nerd Nerd Awkward) 

Combat pay

Worst tourette's in 30 years
I'm praying to god and then
try Braino and i'm back and forth
when somebody says, This is what
i can do: and a hand grips a lever
like you might see in a cockpit
and draws it down along with
every tic in my face neck and
shoulder, the whole circuit through
which i communicate and suffer
and click and point and decide, all
burnt out from the deviated septum
at the top of my nose to the preter-
connected jaw bone that won't open
and close right to the cervix in the
neck whipping around to the wet
wing-like struggles of the shoulder
blade to be free and finally dis-
located, all calm and moved only
by natural breathing and settling in.
Shab sits by arguing for extra
everything as if it's combat pay.

by Ilyn

Hispanic-themed plan

When i was sane i had crazy red jesus hair 

how it made me look like a flaming canon ball going off the edges of LaMthyuh

how i crawl back up through the rubble of endless punishment

but now my tourette's so bad and they won't give me clonidine cuz it sounds so

druggie, and the other PA says i gotta go back on the opiates so as to come down

easy, so i went for some nicotine patches and they only had 2 and 4 when what 

i need to even begin controlling the tic, which will result in a cervical injury, is a

12 to 16. So i got the 4 gum but it works for like 30 seconds and even my speech is

still contorted from the facial ticking, so i went back and bought a pack of lighters 

and some american spirit. now, as i had prophesized, i have the tic and a nico-monkey

on my back to boot. and eating desserts like crazy. every process of my life is disrupted.

When i went to the emergency room i was still on regular medicare so the hospital chain

i ended up at had to take me tho they prefer to keep out riffraff. Then by the time i was 

out with my four tramadols and a bunch of proton inhibitors i got dropped from regular

medicare and dumped into a hispanic-themed plan with the exotic doctors. I'm thinking countercultural though might be the way to go if i'm thinking there's gonna be a bias against my medicinal cannabis use at all the white hospitals with the five xtian stations to go out on and no msnbc.

by Illyn

Thank you

I still don't fully know or understand what happened
but I still have a profound feeling like you
pulled me back from the other side.

After that I hung against a scrim
and engaged with energized groups of interlocutors
through the gauze

You took my belly in your hands and lightly
shook
with a pleased look at how simple it all is

Baby's on a spectrum

It hurt so much
but it wasn't spose to be
then it hurt me even more
cuz i wouldn't let him free.

i locked him deep inside
i locked him deep inside

i shut him in my car
and laid it on the gas
i tucked him in my bed
all up around his ass

i locked him deep inside
i locked him deep inside 

i put him on the porch
like an alley cat
i kept him in some woods
where he could take a breath

i locked him deep inside
i locked him deep inside
i locked him deep inside